By Anonymous
Date: 16 July 1999

Seasons

                        
With every love that floats away:
A withered, yellow goodbye,
And a last faded kiss falling to the ground,
There still remains a bit of green hope.
Life comes along and sweeps up everything 
Crying over this part of death;
She waits, and watches, 
In her mourning,
Carrying within her
The seed of a new sunrise:
Always eternal, always dying.